Canyon.

Canyon.

 
7 Post Road West, Apt 8, Westport, Connecticut, USA
SoloFolkSinger/Songwriter

Currently hailing from Connecticut, Canyon. is a 29 year old vocal powerhouse. She is known by those that have seen her perform to be a captivating singer/songwriter with haunting and heart-wrenchingly honest songs. Intensely raw and passionate, her sound will cut you deep and hit a nerve.

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Biography

Currently hailing from Connecticut, Canyon. is a 29 year old vocal powerhouse. She is known by those that have seen her perform to be a captivating singer/songwriter with haunting and heart-wrenchingly honest songs. Performing with just an acoustic guitar, her catchy vocal melodies will immediately grab your attention while the intimate lyrics and stories she tells will keep your ears guessing. Known for performing with an intensely raw passion and conviction, her sound will cut you deep and hit a nerve.

Raised by a single mother in Northern California, Canyon.'s earliest musical influences can be traced back to the cassettes her mother would play on repeat during long road trips. "I get my independent and adventurous spirit from my mom. Whenever we would hit the road together she used to make a bed for me in the back of the car. I remember just laying for hours watching the sky change out the back window daydreaming to Cat Stevens and Tracy Chapman the most... but there was Neil Young, Sarah McLaughlin and the Indigo Girls as well..."

On September 25th, 2002, Canyon celebrated her 18th birthday by borrowing her mother's acoustic guitar, boarding a plane and officially moving to New York City. It marked the beginning of her journey into music. Several years and several guitars later, her voice has developed into one of strength, wisdom and maturity with songs inspired by the life experiences of a young adult in a big city.

Canyon.'s emergence onto the music scene began with The Break Contest 2010 when she, along with friend and former partner Andrew Maturana, were the only acoustic act to be selected to perform at The Bamboozle Festival 2010, which boasted an estimated attendance of 20,000. Since January 2011, Canyon. has been performing in festivals and venues throughout the Northeast living by her model, "I will play anywhere and everywhere that will let me..."

With her folk roots as undeniable and organic as her namesake which comes from lyrics in the song "Thrasher" by Neil Young. Canyon. is poised to make her mark on the Folk genre by re-defining what modern Folk means and finally letting her voice be heard.

Lyrics

Lady Luck

Written By: Canyon.

Today, I stepped over Lady Luck
who was spilling secrets to her paper cup of coins-

Today, I flew past Kapmando
on my magic carpet of credit cards past due-

I didn't think the world was so big, 'til I drowned in the ocean of responsibilities- I'd earned-

I didn't think that life could be bad, as long as I had all the stuff I had- what's a girl supposed to do- I've heard-

Well, I grew up fast,
I sold my youth for cash-
for a life that leaves me,
like a broken umbrella in the wind.

Today, I stepped over Lady Luck
who was spilling secrets to her paper cup of coins-

Today, I flew past Kapmando
on my magic carpet of credit cards past due-

I didn't think the world was so big, 'til I drowned in the ocean of responsibilities- I'd earned-

I didn't think that life could be bad, as long as I had all the stuff I had- what's a girl supposed to do- I've heard-

Well, I grew up fast,
I sold my youth for cash-
for a life that leaves me,
like a broken umbrella in the wind.

A Letter To Explain

Written By: Canyon.

I'm trying to write to you,
a letter to explain,
a message in every way-

Will you forgive the fact
that I abandoned you?
Will you forgive the truth
that I wasn't there for you?

You changed, I did too
it's only natural, it's the only way
I say, I'm sorry we had to find out this way

What I'm left with is my inhibition
all I have now is my six-figure wisdom
and I'll- be- alright

All that remains, is your hair on the sink, your scent by the door
(what I'd give for that bell to ring)

All that remains is the time on the clock, it seems the second hand moves slower until the minute hand stops. I don't know why, everytime you leave, I always cry
(I guess I'm bad at saying goodbye)

May I suggest,
that those words lying dormant in your chest, should stay there

Don't speak them now,
because, they'll burn my house down,
before you put them out

And I thought we'd live by the seaside, I thought we'd share a shack with the fireflies

And I thought we'd make peace with our darker sides, I thought we'd learn to love by candle light

But you changed, and I did too, it's only natural it's the only way. I say, I'm sorry we had to find out this way

All that remains,
is your hair on the sink,
your scent by the door,
(what I'd give for that bell to ring)

And all that remains is the time on the clock,
it seems the second hand moves slower, 'til the minute hand stops-
and I don't know why, everytime you leave, I always cry-
(I guess I'm bad at saying goodbye)

And I'm trying to write to you,
a letter to explain. . .

Valentine

Written By: Canyon.

Valentine
----------------------

Heavy hits tonight-
one more thought running through my mind.
and it’s a tragic one-
a martyr’s love story - come undone.

and this I swear to you-
I always shall be true
says a child to her mother-
confess this burden you are under
for it’s crushing me too.

Oh, and sweet, sweet loved one
see me as an equal, not an alien
see me as a fighter for our century,
not a soldier for your enemy
Oh, and, break it to me brutally-
don’t draw it out, and if I start to bleed
just hold me down and sing to me
because I’ve already lost my mind- valentine

It’s never a good time-
for a ticking bomb
no matter how many seconds left,
at some point it goes off

and this I swear to you-
I always shall be true
says a child to her mother-
confess this burden you are under
for it’s crushing me too.

Oh, and sweet, sweet loved one
see me as an equal, not an alien
see me as a fighter for our century,
not a soldier for your enemy
Oh, and, break it to me brutally-
don’t draw it out, and if I start to bleed
just hold me down and sing to me
because I’ve already lost my mind -valentine

Wanderlust

Written By: Canyon.

I'm gonna leave this town with the rising sun,
I'm going to stake my claim in an eastern one,
'cause this place has gone and bled me dry-
I don't eat, don't sleep- no wonder why.

I'm gonna break my bread and break my back,
'til I get where I want, 'til I'm happy where I'm at-
'cause this life's too short to wonder why-
some cups runneth over, while others run dry-

I'm gonna sail this ship through the stormin' seas,
I'm gonna ride this horse through the deserts heat,
I'm gonna climb atop the highest tree,
I'm gonna fly above the mountains' peaks
ah-ah-ah, the wanderlust in me

I'm gonna make new friends but keep the old,
I know some are silver and the others gold,
'cause the streets are full, faces passing by-
parallel lives touch when destiny strikes

'cause, I'm a nomad, with a travelin' soul,
I'm a gypsy, on my caravan tour,
I'm a drifter, wanderlust in my boots,
a storm chaser, wanderlust in my roots
and I'm fly-fly-flying free
and we'll just have to wait and see-
what happens in this story, what happens in this story, this story of mine...

I'm gonna sail this ship through the stormin' seas,
I'm gonna ride this horse through the deserts heat,
I'm gonna climb atop the highest tree,
I'm gonna fly above the mountains' peaks
ah-ah-ah, the wanderlust in me.

Phoenix Rising

Written By: Canyon.

I imagine you reborn on that night,
a phoenix rising from the ashes in moonlight
you became a warrior in wolves clothes,
The age of six was too young to have your heart broke,
so, you turned your back and let the world know
that no one was ever gonna break you again

I imagine what our life would be like
you and I taking short trips on long nights
the windows down, the volume up
We'd make fast breaks at all the red lights,
hold each other in the open Arizona night,
making up for our lost time.

But, instead, I'll kiss your coffee cup, like I'd kiss your lips-
a lasting souviner of a night with no regrets,
we could share a glass of scotch, but never share too much,
only whispers in the dark.

And, I'll rise, like the smoke from the ashes from our past,
and I'll grow, like a shadow on the wall, for what I asked of you,
it wasn't much, but just enough- to turn you off.

I imagined 'til there was nothin' left to pretend,
I know they say hope is a thing with wings (that never stops)
but this time it was grounded,
If the day should ever come to pass,
temptation knockin' as my hope goes flying past,
I'd just smile and sigh...

'cause, instead, I'd kiss your coffee cup, like I'd kiss your lips-
a lasting souvenir of a night with no regrets
we could share a glass of scotch, but never share too much,
only whispers in the dark-

and, instead, I'll keep the memories of those days,
stored away, in a big gold file in my brain,
save them for a rainy day...

Mouth-Breather

Written By: Canyon.

Oh what a bad friend I've been,
I never knew back then, what you are now-
did you always wear this skin?
or was it something you had to try on, to fit in?
and, oh, has it grown thicker?
and, oh, are you still a mouth-breather, like you were back then?

Oh, Kelly, did you cry that night?
can you tell me, if I've ever done right by you?
or did I just short-change you, like I did the rest,
wrote you off and exchanged you, just to pass the test-
of middle school, high school and all the rest-
the selfish rules I lived by to be cool-
I'm sorry I never knew you,
I'm sorry I never knew you.

I swore I'd never be mean,
like those girls had been to me,
but still, my conscience is far from clean,
left dirty by passivity
I know, I've gotta do right,
by these ghosts left in my mind
lay them down to rest,
serve my sentance
and try to do my best.

Oh, what a bad friend I've been,
I never knew back then, what you are now-
did you always wear this skin?
or was it something you had to try on, to fit in?
and, oh, has it grown thicker?
and, oh, are you still a mouth-breather, like you were back then?

Oh, Bradley, was the big boy on the bus-
he always had his own seat, right in front,
the ugly words he took, but never threw back (like a good boy scout)
last thing I heard, he worked for the fast food clown,
oh, middle school, high school and all the rest-
the selfish rules I lived by to be cool,
I'm sorry I never knew you,
I'm sorry I never knew you.

Slow

Written By: Canyon Fredrickson

I’ll hold your hand while I can and I’ll kiss you slow
even if my heart is breaking, I won’t let it show-
even if I’m, sick with worry, got a lot on my mind-
I’m gonna, kiss you slowly, gonna take my--

Time is just another thing comin’,
and another going out the door-
and you were just another of my lovers,
but I’ll never love another no more-

and you’ll never know, what will happen, or what won’t-
so, I’m gonna take my time-
I’m gonna kiss you slow-
I’m gonna kiss you slow-

I’ll make the bed in the mornin’ and I’ll walk the dog,
I’ll wash your clothes until the stains come off-
even if I’m sick of talking, or just sick and tired-
I’ll kiss you slowly, gonna take my--

Time is just another thing coming,
and another going out the door-
and you were just another of my lovers,
but I’ll never love another no more-

and you’ll never know, what will happen, or what won’t-
so, I’m gonna take my time-
I’m gonna kiss you slow-
I’m gonna kiss you slow-

(bridge)
And when you’re down,
I’ll be the one you take it out on-
and when you’re high,
I’ll be the second-hand sinner sneaking out at night-

‘Cause I-
won’t be the one to cast the first stone
and I-
won’t be the last one standing, when it’s time to go-
Home
Home
Home
Home

So I’ll wear your t-shirt when I go to sleep
my eyes are tired from this waking dream-
even though our days are numbered by this dying crime,
I’m gonna kiss you slowly, gonna take my-

Time-
Time-

I’m gonna kiss you slow-
I’m gonna kiss you slow-
I’m gonna kiss you slow-

Day 7

Written By: Canyon Fredrickson

And so I’ll light my words, and set you aflame-
Is the truth so hard to swallow, when your tongue gets in the way-
And I’ll go out, and find, a new friend-
Someone who strokes my ego, and brings it back to life again-

And oh I know, I’m sewing humble oats,
In a field full of sticks and stones, 
While wearing down my weary bones-

‘Cause this bridge will burn,
And this ship will sink,
‘Cause I, vow now and always, 
To always remember what I did that week
And only, time will tell, 
If I can learn to let my wounds heal
If I have a penchant for the pain-
(Or the pain is what I crave)

And so I’ll break my bread, and break my word-
With the devil’s doppelganger, and the martyr St. Christopher-

and oh I know, I’m sewing humble oats,
In a field full of sticks and stones, 
While wearing down my weary bones-

‘Cause sometimes-
I get the feeling, that happiness- is really something else
Sometimes-
I’m blinded by the shiny lights- and seem to loose myself
I think I’m someone else...

‘Cause this bridge will burn,
And this ship will sink,
‘Cause I, vow now and always, 
To always remember what you did that week

‘Cause this bridge will burn,
And this ship will sink,
I lost myself your sea
And I still don’t know what I learned that week

And only, time will tell, 
If I can learn to let my wounds heal
If I have a penchant for the pain-
(Or the fear is what I crave)

One Way Road

Written By: Canyon Fredrickson

If you, reach around, to grab my ribs
would you, find the room, ‘cause I would fit you in-
and if I, stay awake but, pretend to sleep
would you, rub my back, would you, comfort me-
and if I, bit my tongue, would you hear me out
if I hold on long enough, would you finally come ‘round
and if I wear this cross, above my heart,
would you know I’m true enough to make a new start-

‘cause I’m on a one-way road, with a one-way ticket-
you’ve got a one-track mind, with not one ounce to give-
and I had a secret for you, but I guess you’ll never know it,
‘cause I don’t do broken, once my eyes are open-

If I, came to you, would you let me stay
if I paid for it, would you keep me ‘round another day
and if I asked real nice, would you cry for me?
if I never told, would you let me see?
and if I sorted out, this mess I made,
would you help me save, the things worth saving-

‘cause I’m on a one-way road, with a one-way ticket-
you’ve got a one-track mind, with not one ounce to give-
and I had a secret for you, but I guess you’ll never know it,
‘cause I don’t do broken, once my eyes are open-

I’m on a one-way road, with a one-way ticket-
you’ve got a one-track mind, with not one ounce to give-
and I had a secret for you, but I guess you’ll never know it,
‘cause I don’t do broken, once my eyes are ---- open-

‘Cause I’m sick of sucking in,
just to let you win and make you feel big
and I’m sick of helping out,
just for the chance to give and take it in the chin
and I’m sick of wearing down,
so I can crash when I finally wear- out

‘cause I’m on a one-way road, with a one-way ticket-
you’ve got a one-track mind, with not one ounce to give-
and I had a secret for you, but I guess you’ll never know it,
‘cause I don’t do broken, once my eyes are open-

Set List

Canyon. Set List
Let It Go
Free
Inch
Nightingale
Mouth-breather
Paper Heart Scissors
Nightlight
One Way Road
Juliette
Valentine
Ireland
Slow
Varnish
You Say
Day 7
Tightropes In Tokyo
Letter To Explain
Aeroplanes + Astronauts
Omaha
Come As You Are
Goodnight Moon- Go Radio
The Truth Is- Go Radio
Distance- Christina Perri
To Make You Feel My Love- Bob Dylan/Adele
Feels Like Home- Edwina Hayes